The following events are told from Caroline's Point of View.

I leave the Count's Library, tears fall down my cheeks, as my feet move on their own down the hall. Without giving much thought to it I find myself in front of Sir. Elton's bed-chamber.

I hesitantly lift my hand to the large wooden door, and give the door a soft knock.

1.2.3.

The door opens, and Elton's soft voice fills my ears. Caroline? What are you doing here at this hour?" I wrap my arms around his waist, and bury my head in his warm ċhėst.

I try my best to form words, but all I can muster is two, "She's dead."

"What? Who?" He asks. I'm unable to respond, I look up at his hazel eyes; that are now full of concern.

He takes his right hand, and whips a tear from my cheek, as he does so my body once again moves on my own. I lean in, and press my lips against his.

Elton is taken aback by the sudden act of affection, but once he realizes what is happening, he returns the kiss; it is much different from with the Count, it's soft, passionate, gentle even.

I melt into his embrace, and we find ourselves stumbling into Elton's room.

The next thing I know his trousers are on the floor, and my dress is hicked up.

I let out a squel as he enters me, unlike with Cecile it isn't painful. He leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, these kisses turn into suċkɨnġ; causing a line of red bruises to form.

Elton moves from my neck back to my lips, they seem to fit perfectly together. He gently kisses me.

As he goes in and out, an unimeseriable feeling of pŀėȧsurė builds up in my body. A loud mȯȧn escapes my lips. He thrusts again realsing the tension, leaving us both breathless.

Elton moves off, I turn and lay on his ċhėst.

"Caroline." I hear his heart begin to beat faster.

"Yes?" I ask.

"I love you..."

I don't give a response.. My eyes close, and I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.